Fic: Safe
Title: Safe
Pairing: Kid!Dean and Petit!Cas
Rating: PG
Word Count: 721
Feedback: Always welcome.
Summary: Petite!Cas makes a surprise appearance in Kid!Dean's life.
Disclaimer: I do not own anyone. It's all from my imagination.
Author's note: I just had a quick idea that I had to write down. Probably not my best, but whatever
Love is like an itch you can't scratch. It hurts sometimes and there are faults every now and then. The learning is made by mistakes. The hurting is the worst and once you've lost someone you love, nothing is ever the same.
Dean knows that feeling too well. Sometimes he thought about things and got angry. There were even some times he would think of taking one of his Dad's guns to end his life. It would be so quick and easy and then every pain that he had would be gone. But then he thinks; mom wouldn't want that. There is so much out there to look forwards to and to live for.
He scooped the chunky porridge in a bowl and clanked it on the table for Sam. He groaned and whined at Dean for something else but Dean refused. Instead, he took his own bowl and sat on the couch, glancing pensively into the foul smelling gunk, his spoon swatting at lumps and grains.
Dean made a face as he took a spoonful. Then he heard his brother ask the same question as he always did every morning. "When is dad coming back?" And Dean did the same as every time; gave a long sigh and responded, "I don't know."
When he went back to his porridge, a tiny insect-like figure was sitting on the ledge of his bowl. Dean tried to flick it away annoyingly. The thing disappeared. But it wasn't gone. Next thing he knew, Dean saw it in the corner of his eye; it was sitting on his shoulder.
'It' wasn't a bug; it was almost too big to be one. It was a little man with silky black wings and a long beige coat. Dean was startled and tried to push it off again, freaking out. "Are you okay?" Sam asked from the table. "Yeah", Dean exclaimed, "I think I'm just tired and I'm seeing things."
He set the bowl on the table and started to rub his eyes. Then he went to lie down. He probably only needed a rest, that's all.
Before closing his eyes, Dean felt a tap on his hand. Subconsciously, he waved his hand off and the tapping went away. Then he closed his eyes calmly. It came back again as he rested his hand on his stomach. So he decided to take his other hand and feel what the thing was.
The top of it felt like a tiny wig. He ruffled it and thought he heard a hum or a purr. Slowly, Dean opened his eyes. He couldn't really believe it. The thing was the exact same thing he had seen on his bowl and on his shoulder. Like a little, tiny figure of an angel.
When he stopped 'petting' the minuscule thing, it looked at him. It spoke and frightened Dean. Both for the fact that it could speak and that his voice was much deeper than he had expected. "I am Cas. Your angel. Please don't flick me away."
Dean leaned off the couch a bit to see if Sam was still there. He wasn't, he had taken his bowl of porridge and had gone to read a book by the staircase. Then he took his gaze back to his hand and whispered, "What are you and why are you here?"
"I'm an angel. And I'm here to protect you and your brother. But mainly you."
"Why?"
"Because I know there will be some hard times in your life in the future and I have to help you make decisions and save you from some."
Dean nodded, still not entirely convinced that this was real life.
The angel popped out of the air again and Dean found him sitting on the tip of his nose.
"Can you please not do that, Cas?"
The angel smirked a bit, stood up and jumped.
"But I'm also here to show you the fun side of things, Dean."
He groaned and picked Cas up by the back of his coat.
"Hey... what are you doing?"
"I need to sleep", Dean answered as he slipped the tiny angel into the pocket of his plaid shirt.
"Oh, okay."
"Goodnight, little fella'", Dean murmured quietly as he closed his eyes, hoping that his father would come home and everything would be alright.
Pairing: Kid!Dean and Petit!Cas
Rating: PG
Word Count: 721
Feedback: Always welcome.
Summary: Petite!Cas makes a surprise appearance in Kid!Dean's life.
Disclaimer: I do not own anyone. It's all from my imagination.
Author's note: I just had a quick idea that I had to write down. Probably not my best, but whatever
Love is like an itch you can't scratch. It hurts sometimes and there are faults every now and then. The learning is made by mistakes. The hurting is the worst and once you've lost someone you love, nothing is ever the same.
Dean knows that feeling too well. Sometimes he thought about things and got angry. There were even some times he would think of taking one of his Dad's guns to end his life. It would be so quick and easy and then every pain that he had would be gone. But then he thinks; mom wouldn't want that. There is so much out there to look forwards to and to live for.
He scooped the chunky porridge in a bowl and clanked it on the table for Sam. He groaned and whined at Dean for something else but Dean refused. Instead, he took his own bowl and sat on the couch, glancing pensively into the foul smelling gunk, his spoon swatting at lumps and grains.
Dean made a face as he took a spoonful. Then he heard his brother ask the same question as he always did every morning. "When is dad coming back?" And Dean did the same as every time; gave a long sigh and responded, "I don't know."
When he went back to his porridge, a tiny insect-like figure was sitting on the ledge of his bowl. Dean tried to flick it away annoyingly. The thing disappeared. But it wasn't gone. Next thing he knew, Dean saw it in the corner of his eye; it was sitting on his shoulder.
'It' wasn't a bug; it was almost too big to be one. It was a little man with silky black wings and a long beige coat. Dean was startled and tried to push it off again, freaking out. "Are you okay?" Sam asked from the table. "Yeah", Dean exclaimed, "I think I'm just tired and I'm seeing things."
He set the bowl on the table and started to rub his eyes. Then he went to lie down. He probably only needed a rest, that's all.
Before closing his eyes, Dean felt a tap on his hand. Subconsciously, he waved his hand off and the tapping went away. Then he closed his eyes calmly. It came back again as he rested his hand on his stomach. So he decided to take his other hand and feel what the thing was.
The top of it felt like a tiny wig. He ruffled it and thought he heard a hum or a purr. Slowly, Dean opened his eyes. He couldn't really believe it. The thing was the exact same thing he had seen on his bowl and on his shoulder. Like a little, tiny figure of an angel.
When he stopped 'petting' the minuscule thing, it looked at him. It spoke and frightened Dean. Both for the fact that it could speak and that his voice was much deeper than he had expected. "I am Cas. Your angel. Please don't flick me away."
Dean leaned off the couch a bit to see if Sam was still there. He wasn't, he had taken his bowl of porridge and had gone to read a book by the staircase. Then he took his gaze back to his hand and whispered, "What are you and why are you here?"
"I'm an angel. And I'm here to protect you and your brother. But mainly you."
"Why?"
"Because I know there will be some hard times in your life in the future and I have to help you make decisions and save you from some."
Dean nodded, still not entirely convinced that this was real life.
The angel popped out of the air again and Dean found him sitting on the tip of his nose.
"Can you please not do that, Cas?"
The angel smirked a bit, stood up and jumped.
"But I'm also here to show you the fun side of things, Dean."
He groaned and picked Cas up by the back of his coat.
"Hey... what are you doing?"
"I need to sleep", Dean answered as he slipped the tiny angel into the pocket of his plaid shirt.
"Oh, okay."
"Goodnight, little fella'", Dean murmured quietly as he closed his eyes, hoping that his father would come home and everything would be alright.